ME

Why do they look?

Am I some open book?

When I look in the mirror

I feel inferior

They look at me like I look at myself;

A dusty, ugly thing on a shelf

People say beauty is on the inside

They mean; You're not beautiful on the outside

Why don't they see ME? 

For who I am to be

Nothing is there 

Nothing is here

I am a dream killer

I am a crumpling pillar

I am nothing but dust

Is to be some one a must?

Will they see me once I die?

Do I have to try?

Yes, I do

It's time to pay my due

Leave will I,

By suicide